In a word, cocky. Being fully aware of how often they worked out the kinks of that play in practice and the amount of times they rewound the game tape to see if it might work against a particular opponent, risking an icing while on the powerplay by blasting a slap pass off the back boards from your own blue line is as arrogant as it gets. As Dorothy might say, there is no place like home, because you have to know your rink better than you know your own bowels to even attempt a type of wizardry that wouldn't even fly in the land of Oz if you're not trying to catch shit when you get back to the bench.

Fortune, as it tends to do, favors the bold, but bold doesn't even do a good enough job describing the fortitude in Torey Krug's testicles as he casually wound up from an area of the ice that would make Fulton Reed feel like a phony. The timing and execution of geometric excellence on a pinpoint laser beam from 150+ feet away was absolutely awe-inspiring. However, I still think that aspect is less impressive than having the casual confidence to unleash it (after having already surrendered a shorthanded goal in the game) like being off by a mere inch or two wouldn't make you look like a complete idiot. Credit to David Pastrnak for doing what David Pastrnak does by finishing off the filthiest of feeds, but I'm surprised they didn't need to bring out the stretcher to help Torey Krug haul his balls off the ice after that one.